She walked into the mansion like she owned it already, hips swinging in a tight black dress that barely covered her ass. At twenty-two, Lena knew exactly what she wanted: her stepfather's money. Richard was loaded, sixty, and married to her mother until the divorce papers hit last month. Now it was just him and Lena under the same roof, and she planned to cash in.
Richard sat in his leather chair, whiskey in hand, watching her. "You think flashing that body gets you a cut of the estate?"
Lena smirked and dropped to her knees right there on the Persian rug. "I know it does, Daddy." She unzipped him without asking, pulled out his thick cock, and licked the head slow and wet. "You want this gold-digging slut to earn every dollar?"
He groaned as she took him deep, throat stretching around his shaft. She sucked hard, spit dripping down his balls, eyes locked on his. "Fuck, you're good at that," he muttered, hand fisting her hair.
She pulled off with a wet pop. "Then give me what I want. The house, the accounts. I'll fuck you whenever you say." Lena stood, hiked her dress up, and bent over the desk, ass up, no panties. Her pussy was already slick. "Come take your gold digger's cunt."
Richard didn't hesitate. He slammed into her from behind, balls-deep in one thrust. Lena cried out, gripping the desk edge. "Yes, fuck me like that. Pound this greedy hole." He did, hips slapping hard against her ass, cock stretching her tight walls with every brutal stroke. She pushed back, meeting him, pussy clenching around him. "Deeper, Daddy. Ruin it for anyone else."
He reached around, fingers rubbing her clit fast and rough. "You want the money? Earn it." Lena came hard, squirting down her thighs, screaming his name. Richard kept thrusting through her orgasm, then pulled out and spun her around. He shoved her to her knees again. "Swallow it all."
She opened wide as he jerked off onto her tongue, thick ropes of cum filling her mouth. She swallowed every drop, licking him clean. "That's a start," she panted. "But I want the papers signed tonight."
Over the next weeks, it became their routine. Richard would call her into his office or bedroom, and Lena would deliver. She rode him in the hot tub one afternoon, water splashing as she bounced on his cock, tits bouncing in his face. "Sign the trust over, Daddy. This pussy's yours forever." He grabbed her hips and thrust up hard, filling her with load after load until cum leaked out around his shaft.
Another night she let him fuck her ass for the first time, bent over the kitchen counter while dinner burned. "It hurts so good," she moaned, pushing back as he worked his cock into her tight hole. "Give me everything. The cars, the stocks." Richard grunted, pounding her ass until he came deep inside, then made her suck him clean.
Lena played the part perfectly: always available, always filthy. She texted him nudes from the pool, legs spread, fingers in her pussy. "Come fuck your gold digger before the lawyers come." He would find her and take her right there, bending her over lounge chairs or pressing her against the glass walls where anyone could see.
By the end of the month the papers were ready. Richard handed them over after a long session where he fucked her missionary on the master bed, her legs over his shoulders, cock hammering her cervix. "You get it all," he growled, cumming inside her again. "But you stay mine."
Lena smiled up at him, cum dripping from her well-used cunt. "Deal, Daddy.
Now fuck me again to seal it." She rolled onto her stomach, ass raised, and he slid back in, raw and relentless, both of them knowing the arrangement was permanent. The money was hers, and so was the filthy, endless sex that came with it.
